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He Is the Way, Truth, and Life

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H. M. Arkansas Writers' Conference, June 2007

From his Father's bosom Jesus waited, and watched . . . He who moves mountains with his finger, sends the wind whipping with his breath, and stills the waves with a word. Mortals denied God, laid claim to his treasures, dressed themselves in wanton, selfish desire. God repented having created humans, and sent his flood. His un-measurable love paved the way for redemption, poured his own blood, a cleansing river to cover sin, and heal the broken hearts of men.

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